Three days had passed. Always three days, never more or less. He had just woken up, although it was the middle of the night. Always the middle of the night, never any other time. He had been crying again. Always crying, never happy. He couldn't bring himself to get up. He just laid there, in that bed. It wasn't his bed, but he still laid in it. Technically, he was breaking the rules by doing such. But he didn't care about rules anymore. They no longer had importance to him.
That terrible day was still fresh in his mind. His panic, their distress, that last horrified scream before the one he loved was gone. It hurt him to think about it, but he couldn't forget. Those memories were the only ones he had.
He rolled over, half expecting to feel that warm body next to him again, expecting there to be anger in the other's voice as they complained about how they had been woken up, expecting to argue with them for a while before they both fell back asleep. But he knew better by now. He was alone. The one he loved had been gone for three days, always three days. He didn't care about the rules anymore, he had let them go. Everything he had known had changed.
He attempted to sit up, thinking it would be a good idea to return to his own room, but he couldn't. It felt almost as if he was being held down by another person, forced to stay there until they saw fit. But he saw no one as his gaze drifted around the room, and there was nothing out of the ordinary-- except for a bright green glow, right there in front of him. The strange invisible person released him then, and he rolled forward out of the bed, landing in a mess of blankets next to the glow. It seemed to shrink down as he did, and he could make out a face. It seemed angry, and almost hurt. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. All he could do was stare at this familiar face in terror. He could make out the rest of the figure now-- the hair, the clothes, all the things he had grown to love. He began to tremble as the figure began to scream at him, although the words were unintelligible. He wasn't even sure they were words, it sounded more like distorted static to him. But it sounded so angry, so cold and unforgiving, as if he had betrayed his loved one. He knew he hadn't. He was innocent. He had done all that he could, although in his panic, it wasn't enough. It was never enough.
Suddenly, the figure reached out, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up. He fought to break free as it pushed him against the wall, holding him there, its spare hand curled into a fist only inches away from his face. He closed his eyes, awaiting the punch, when the figure started to laugh. He slowly opened one eye to see that familiar grin, the one he had fallen in love with. Only this time, it wasn't a joyful grin, and the laughter wasn't that of the happy person he once knew. No, he could tell by the tears in his lover's eyes that it was broken, upset, full of despair. The figure let go of him and spoke once more, its words still nothing but static to him. He understood what it meant, however, as the glow faded away. It was an apology.
Now crying again, he climbed back into bed, not even noticing the jacket that was now hanging on the doorknob.
So I was listening to one of my favorite Antlers songs when I suddenly got inspiration for this. It's based somewhat off something else as well, but most of the ideas are my own imagination. I would have spaced it better, but I'm pretty sure I was getting close to the text limit (plus, I should have been asleep when I was writing this).
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